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How I Spent My Summer Vacation 2020

by Young Crone

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Six feet apart but standing together
Virus riots nasty weather
Closing the lake's a mistake won't stop the spread
Won't pay the rent
Won't stock the bread
Boarded city shops front some public art
Bored city cops want something to start
South Shore's flooded
Lower streets submerged
Power's out at the wine store
I'm mad as hell and I can't take it anymore!
Disaster after disaster
Just add it onto the huge stack
You lose track of them after they're happening faster and faster

Chanting black lives matter!
Clatter up on my bike
Help hold the line
Hold my baby
She likes to hold her baby sign
Solidarity! Not just getting what's mine

But doctor I am rich white mom
Drinking on my neighbor's condo's private lawn
Kiddo running around to the sound of us carrying on and on
Listen to how many words she has to say
This could be now any one of those good old days
Look at her sleep on her space quilt
But that's when I weep from the trace guilt
From enjoying my bountiful
Silver lining
With unemployment counts up
Covid cases climbing

And I don't believe it all happens for a reason
But I do believe we're all called to step up to the season
Community meetings on Zoom
With the kid in my room
Tryin' to stop cops from harrassin'
The loud crowds that are hap'nin
Solve the trash in the park
And the noise after dark
And the damn fireworks
Without being racist jerks

Shelter in place
Cover your face
Live in a failing state
Even the mail is late!
Thanks a lot
What a time to be alive
2020
Next semester I'll be thirty-five
Thirty-four but it seems like my mind is older
We're on the porch now wait till it gets colder
This is not a dream
I know you read Moomers magazine
Holed up at home in your quarantine

Support mutual aid and those not getting paid maybe try to get laid
Carry a flask and remember your mask and perhaps we can stay on task

And that's the quintessential truth, Ruth.

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released September 22, 2020

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Young Crone Chicago, Illinois

independent hip-hop from east hyde park, chicago.

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